"You brat, stop pretending. Isn't it you deliberately letting them succeed?" Old Master Grant yelled at his eldest grandson with annoyance, saying indignantly, "That scoundrel dared to set his sights on the mistress of The Grant Family; dying ten thousand times wouldn't be enough!"
Aiden Grant revealed a meaningful smile and said with a deep tone, "Grandpa, how could dying ten thousand times be enough for that dog? Making him endlessly reincarnate in the eighteenth level of hell would be the only way to balance his sins!"
Hearing his eldest grandson's murderous words, Old Master Grant finally felt relieved. But thinking of the phone call he received this morning, his brow furrowed again, "Aiden, what have you been up to these days?"
Aiden paused his selection motions for a moment, then said calmly, "It's nothing much, just helping recover some embezzled funds."
